Come To Me (Amelia and Patrick)

Chapter 977

If it were not for the occasional coincidence of picking up food from the same dish, both Amelia and Patrick could consider that the person sitting diagonally opposite was just a ball of air.

When the tip of their forks met again, Amelia withdrew hers out of habit.

In next second, she heard Patrick mutter, "You first."

Amelia shot him a glance at the last rib left in the thermal container and refused, "No, there's only one left. You can have it instead."

This meal was originally intended to please Patrick. How could she fight over food that was rightfully his?

Nevertheless, Patrick refused to eat the ribs and left them out till they turned cold.

Amelia asked curiously, "Why don't you want it now?"

Patrick lifted his eyes and stared at her. "Then why don't you have it too?"

Amelia blurted, "Because I want you to have them."

The corners of Patrick's lips curled slightly. "I don't like this. You can go ahead."

"You said you don't like them, but you ate so much just now..." After mumbled to herself, Amelia recklessly refuted, "Don't tell me you want me to have it too?"

A trace of annoyance flashed across Patrick's face. "Foolish woman, it's fine as long as you understood it yourself. You don't have to say it out loud!"

Amelia replied with a long "oh". She suppressed the little joy blooming in her heart and asked again, "Then I'll eat this, okay?"

This time it was Patrick's turn to be puzzled. "Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why did you suddenly become so cautious when we are eating?"

Amelia's eyes sparkled. She could not possibly say that this was specially made by Nora to the nourishment of his body, so it was not respectful of her to eat so much, right?

After thinking for a while, Amelia explained, "This is a 'gratitude feast' specially prepared for you, so there is no reason for the host to eat more than a guest. I'll just need to have a little, the main point is that you are full!"

"You're saying that this is my 'gratitude feast'?" Patrick glanced at the dishes in front of him and replied coldly, "This can only be called a meal, right? There's still a long way to go before you can consider this meal a feast."

Amelia choked and explained, "There's a saying that goes 'It's not the gift that counts, but the thought behind it', isn't it? Besides, I see that you can't even finish this 'gratitude meal', let alone the 'gratitude feast' you're talking about. If you can't finish it, then I'll have to throw them all away. What a waste!"

Patrick listened to her argument, as good as it sounds, it sounded like she was being stingy with him. He could not help when his expression darkened: "Just be clear on this. If I hadn't intervened yesterday, your enterprise may face a fine and be thoroughly investigated sooner or later. Don't you think that after all this, I deserve a feast instead?"

"Yes." Amelia had no choice but to agree with Patrick.

He took advantage of the situation and added, "So, when are you going to prepare me this feast of gratitude?"

Perfunctorily, Amelia replied "Throughout your whole lifetime, you're able to get it."

His whole lifetime...

Patrick suddenly smiled. "Are you saying that you're going to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Amelia was taken aback for a moment and answered him awkwardly, "I'll find a time this week to organize this banquet for you."

Upon hearing what she said, Patrick almost broke his cutleries into halves.

Insidiously, he asked, "So, you don't want to spend the rest of your life with me?"

Amelia nodded and lowered her head to avoid eye contact with him.

What was private shall remain private. Although she was indefinitely grateful to Patrick for his help, this did not ultimately mean that she was willing to spend her whole lifetime with him.

When he saw Amelia nodding, Patrick was so angry that he ruthlessly threw his cutleries on the food container!

Witnessing this, Amelia asked, "You don't feel like eating anymore?"

"I'm already full!!!" Patrick roared.

Amelia said slowly, "So it seems that your strength has returned that you have the energy to roar? I would advise you to take it slow. You'll be 40 soon."

Patrick continued raising his voice, "What do you mean I'm nearly 40 soon? There are several more years in between!"

"Patrick, do you know what's a round-off?" Before he could yell at her again, Amelia added, "Alright, you don't have to say anything. You're already full, but I'm not."

As she said, this meal was specially prepared for Patrick, she was basically restrained herself from snatching the food with him.

Since he had finally eaten his fill, there was no need for her to be polite anymore. Even though there were not many leftovers in the insulated containers, it was still enough for her. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

Just as she stretched out her fork and was about to take the ribs that was given to her by Patrick, a quick flash appeared in front of Amelia's eyes...

In next second, the package containing the ribs had been snatched away by Patrick.

"Childish." Amelia stretched out towards other containers after her comment about Patrick, but he snatched them away from her.

Annoyed, Amelia sounded impatiently, "What are you trying to do? Just because you can't eat it, so you don't want others to eat in your stead, is that right?"

"Yes!" Patrick answered impetuously.

The fact that she mentioned that she would organize a "gratitude banquet" for him this week was like a slap on his face. He could withstand the physical pain, but he could not hold back on her provocation!

"You lunatic!" Amelia scolded.

Even if Patrick placed the leftovers back to their original place, she had no appetite to eat it anymore!

She stood up and under Patrick's cold gaze, Amelia quickly cleaned up the table.

Then, she pointed at the two containers he had seized from her. In a rather annoyed tone she instructed him, "Pass them to me."

When Patrick saw that she had put away her cutleries, he understood that Amelia was determined not to eat anymore. His eyes sunk and he pushed the food containers back to her.

Amelia closed all lids, and stuffed them back into the bag.

Then she tied a knot, picked it up and hung it on the side of her legs. Greeting him with a poker face, Amelia added, "I'll be heading back now."

Patrick indifferently replied, "Go if you want to. I'm going to have a lunch break now."

Amelia gritted her teeth. This man was really good at playing dumb. She knew that she could not leave without his help!

"Before your lunch break, could you please give me the key to this door."

Patrick spread out his hands and said, "As I said, the key is with my secretary. Didn't you contacted her just now? She didn't inform you what you should do next?"

Amelia sneered. "Don't play dumb with me! How can someone as wary as you not even have a spare key?

Even if you trust your secretary so much, you can't be stupid enough to pass all the important office keys to her!

My guess is that she is possessing the backup key you gave her, so the original key must be with you!"

Patrick's reddened eyes from the lack of sleep widened. He retorted hoarsely, "So what if I do have the extra key in my hand?"

Amelia raised her voice, "I don't want you to do anything. I just want you to let me go!"

"Impossible!" Patrick responded in an unbridled manner. "I already said that this isn't a place you can come and go as you please! Everything is up to me now that you've entered my territory! If you want the key, then you'll have to do as I say!"